Ultra attractive, dresses too nice Talks about the time she hung out in Hollywood When she's in ecstasy she never notices me She thinks too much, once strung out in Hollywood You must be, you must be You must be from Nashville You must be, you must be You must be from Nashville Got a thing for celebrities She knows a ton of these She once went out with ol' Buck Owens Her mama got a rich fruity boy of course Also got a thing for celebrities She went out with Buck Owens You must be, you must be You must be from Nashville You must be, you must be Straight from the cashville You know she probably thinks she's better than most folks And she just might be My pa helped build that Cadillac that my uncle sold her family She ain't never paid for nothin', Buddy Cage And it's robbed her of her soul I'd gladly switch places with her now But I'd still stay a man, you know Maybe I'd talk to her all night Got a lot things that I really like What scares you most Is that I sit and stare at her all night You must be, you must be You must be from Nashville You must be, you must be Forgive me, excuse me, I'm just from Knoxville She is so defending Her mind is so unbending She is so condescending That it turns me on It turns me on It turns me on It turns me on